The murmur
of frog’s song
and duck’s babble
from the wet heart
of the swamp
reminds us
of the everlasting
change,
the triskele we see
in everything
If we look close enough.
© Erik Hansen 2016
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Four Nine
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Four Ate
The dust laden wind
across the high desert
cracks lips
and exposed skin
like baked mud
around the waterholes
slowly receding
green gems
in the red dirt.
© Erik Hansen 2016
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Four Four
Cold bites downupon your bare neck
Spring seems in retreat
as the winds whip snow
across the smothered
grass.
Daffodils bow their heads
waiting for the sun
to warm it all away.
© Erik Hansen 2016
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Four 3
Sudden Sunday snowfall;
slippery sidewalk surprise.
© Erik Hansen 2016
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Four Two
Rain taps out a
stuttering beat upon
the aluminum flashing
wrapped window sill.
Beads of moisture trickle
in random pattern
down the glass surface of
my office window;
the day as dark
as the mood
it ushered in.
© Erik Hansen 2016
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Four One
Once her hair hung down
her back
rich, shiny, black
Like a crows’ or Grackles’ feathers
Or piled up tight
in a bun
stuck with pins
you could barely see
Now age has cropped it
to a utilitarian length
silver white it shines
from between the flowers
she has painstakingly nurtured
in her gardens
like the full spring moon
high
in the daytime sky.
© Erik Hansen 2016
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4*30
Follow the trail through
The head high mountain laurel
To the still waters
Of a secret pond
The grass upon its banks
Waves back and forth
In the cool breeze
A cloud spotted
Clear blue sky
Is mirrored on the surface
And you wish getting up,
Brushing off the seat of your pants
And leaving
Weren’t an option.
© Erik Hansen 2015
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Dreams
Dreams are dust
Drifting in the scattered
Sunlight through a curtain-less
Window
Open slightly, the breeze
Swirls the countless motes
A frenzied dance
With no apparent end.
© Erik Hansen 2015
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4-28
Star speckled spring sky
Spreads out before us
Map of the universe
Unfolded, imagined, unfound
Naked and entwined
At the farthest edges
there be monsters
The corners house the winds
And your presence is the compass
Blazoned upon my eyes.
© Erik Hansen 2015
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Rain
Clouds gather overhead
Gripping in the moment
Blown with the breezes
Stilling down softly
Rain patters steady
Tolling in your heart these
Melodies spring up
Etchings in your mind
Trickle in your ears
To arrive
And disappear.
© Erik Hansen 2015
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